Lyrics

Look around... ain't nothin' but hills and fog... They said the game changed, but the struggle never did... From the bottom to the top, I walked through fire just to stand here... Now watch me ride. Rollin’ up slow, hundred spokes on the chrome, Westside ridin’, I was raised in the zone. Sunset drippin’, but the nights turn cold, Ain't no love in the streets, only legends get told. Palm trees swayin’, but the war still on, Red and blue lights, but the real ones gone. Money on my mind, got the game in my veins, If they cross that line, then we leavin' no names. Guns up, masks on, we ain't here to talk, Cali breeze, palm trees, bodies outlined in chalk. Off roads, no signs, just the scars of the past, Ain’t no saviors in the hills, only ghosts that don’t ask. Yeah, I seen the sun set over dead-end dreams, Hollywood smiles, but the pain run deep. We was ridin’ on E, tryna chase that green, Now the past in the smoke, but the scars still bleed. Fast life, slow death, seen it all too clear, Every friend ain't a friend when the paper appear. No mercy, no love, just the wind in the trees, And the sound of a ‘64 dippin’ with ease. We ain't runnin’ from the past, we just speedin’ through the night, Hills echo with the ghosts, tryna make it out alive. I been solo on the grind, ain't no fake ones in my sight, West Coast til I die, let the lowrider glide. Guns up, masks on, we ain't here to talk, Cali breeze, palm trees, bodies outlined in chalk. Off roads, no signs, just the scars of the past, Ain’t no saviors in the hills, only ghosts that don’t ask. They tried to bury us… but they ain't know we was seeds. Through the hills, through the streets, through the war… we was kings. Now we ghosts in the saddle, ridin’ till the end.